Needy

August 19, 2007 – 10:00 am

Your bedroom is warm, suffused with the scent of incense and
fresh flowers, and lit only with candles.  Soft music plays on your
stereo.  The atmosphere is perfect.
 
You are dressed as I have instructed you: a thin, silk blouse
and a short skirt, and nothing else.  I can already see the hardness
of your nipples through the blouse, and I haven’t so much as said a
word.
 
“Hello, sweet,” I say, smiling at you.  I am dressed in black
slacks and a black, long-sleeved shirt.  You smile at me, but it is a
smile that covers a deep wellspring of need.
 
I circle you, drinking in your beauty with my eyes.  My hand
reaches out to touch the fabric of your blouse.  My fingertips run
along your shoulder, then down your back.  I stand close behind you,
letting you feel the heat of my breath on your cheek.
 
“You are mine,” I whisper in your ear.  Your body trembles,
and I kiss your cheek.  “For the rest of the night, you are my
plaything.  Now spread your legs and put your hands behind your neck.”
 
I step back and watch you as you obey.  You breathe heavily,
still trembling.  I put my hands on your wrists and run them along the
smooth surface of the blouse to your elbows, then along the undersides
of your arms.  I reach around and cup your breasts, squeezing them
through the fabric and pressing my body against yours.  You feel the
pressure of my hands manipulating your breasts through the softness of
the silk, and your nipples become ever harder as the silk gently rubs
against them.  You can only moan and wish you could squeeze your legs
together, or break from your position and embrace me.  But you know
that it pleases me to build this desire in you, to make you hungry for
me.  I smile as I kiss the backs of your hands.
 
One by one I unfasten the buttons of your blouse.  I stop
about halfway down and take your wrists in my hands, removing them
from your neck and placing them on top of your head.  I kiss the back
of your neck, and you shiver as I finish unbuttoning your blouse.
 
I strip the blouse from your body, allowing you to remove your
hands from your head only long enough to pull out of the sleeves.
 
Now I kneel behind you and run my hands along your calves, up
your legs, over your thighs.  I bring my hands up between your legs,
_almost_ touching your pussy, then caressing back down your legs.  I
do this several times, and each time I can feel your body react as my
hands approach your pussy.  You want so very much for me to touch you
there, and you moan in frustration every time my hands reverse
direction.  You bite your lip as you struggle with your body’s sexual
tension.
 
I take your skirt and slide it over your ass and let it fall
to the floor.  With only my hands, I command you to lift each foot
just long enough for me to discard your skirt.  You are now
delightfully naked before me, and I cannot help but circle you again
and admire your loveliness.  The way your breasts thrust out with your
hands behind your neck, your nipples reaching out to me, pleading with
me to touch them, drawing me to them.  I bend over and take your left
nipple in my mouth, caressing your other with my thumb and forefinger.
Oh, how sweet your nipples are!  I lose myself in them, barely aware
that you are moaning and mewling at the stimulation.  I can’t help
myself, I must taste this sweet flesh, let my lips and tongue get
their fill, let my fingers pull and pinch and rub.
 
Reluctantly, I pull myself away from these delights.  I move
back behind you, running my fingers over your body as I walk.  I kneel
down behind you again, touch both of your inner thighs, and press
outward.
 
“Spread your legs wider, pet.”
 
You obey, but I only chuckle.
 
“Wider.”
 
You spread your legs as far as they will comfortably go, and I
pat and rub your thighs to show you I’m pleased with your obedience.
I place a series of small, wet kisses on the backs of your thighs, and
listen as you exhale a long, need-filled sigh.
 
I place the tip of the index finger of my right hand on the
flesh of your left inner thigh and trace a line right up almost to
your pussy.  Then I trace an identical line on your right inner thigh
with my left index finger.  You are so wet that even though I have not
yet touched your pussy, each index finger is now sticky with your
juices.
 
I continue this slow torment, retracing each line over and
over again, making a trail of your own wetness along your inner
thighs.  Your legs tremble as I continue, and you wonder how much more
you can bear.
 
Then suddenly, after dozens of these little traces, and with
no warning that any of them will ever go higher than they have, I let
my finger continue until it is touching your outer labia.  You cry out
with the shock of the sudden change, and you cannot help but shift
your position to try to give your pussy more contact with my finger.
 
I withdraw my hand and give your naked ass several quick,
sharp spanks.  “Did I give you permission to move, pet?”
 
You whimper.  “No, my Lord.”
 
“Then why did you move?”
 
“I–I’m sorry, my Lord.  I couldn’t help myself.”
 
I smile at your distress.  “You do realize you will have to be
punished, don’t you?”
 
“Oh!  Yes–yes, my Lord.”
 
I begin tracing the lines on your inner thighs again, but not
touching your pussy.
 
You are shaking now, wondering how much more of this you can
stand.  How long can this go on?  How long can you maintain composure?

And then again, suddenly, there is the shock of my finger on
your labia.  This time, you struggle to stay still, and you succeed.
 
“Very good, pet,” I smile.
 
I stroke your labia slowly, staying away from your clit.  The
urge to bury my tongue in your pussy is strong, but I manage to
restrain my own desires.  As wet as you are, and as aroused as you
are, we still have a long way to go.
 
Finally, just when it seems you can take no more, I stop and
rise to my feet.  I walk in front of you and lift your chin.  I want
you to look right at me.  Then I step back and begin removing my
clothes.  My eyes remain locked on yours, but you cannot help looking
me up and down as I strip.  Your eyes are filled with need.  And when
the last of my clothing hits the floor and I stand before you as naked
as you are, the lust in your eyes is almost overwhelming.
 
I take you by the hand and lead you to the bed.  Using only my
hands, I make you stand in your submissive posture again.  Then I sit
on the bed and press my back against the headboard.  I reach out and
lightly pinch your right nipple, knowing it will send a jolt of
electricity directly to your pussy.
 
“Drape yourself across my lap, sweet.”
 
You obey without hesitation.  Within moments, you are lying
across my lap.  You can feel my hard cock against your side, and I
know what an exercise of will it is to lie still next to the thing you
crave.
 
My right hand rubs and caresses your wonderful ass flesh.
“Arch your back for me, pet,” I command.  You do so, raising your ass
as high as it will go.
 
“Good, pet, very good.”
 
And I raise my hand and bring it down solidly upon your ass.
 
And again.
 
And again.
 
I build up a rhythm to the spanking, enjoying the sight of
your pert ass bouncing under the sting of my hand.  You cannot stop
the cries that escape your lips and mix with the sound of the
spanking, creating a marvelous duo of melody and countermelody.
 
Without interrupting the improvisational music of the
spanking, I work my left hand between your legs and finally give your
pussy some of the attention it needs.  I begin to rub your clit in
tempo with the spanking, and I can tell that your first orgasm is not
long in coming.  Your cries are quite loud now, and only part of that
is from the intensity of the spanking.
 
I can feel you going over the edge, and I begin really
slapping your ass as hard as I can, all the while rubbing your clit.
You moan as you come, and I turn up the sensations as high as I can.
My right hand is absolutely pounding your ass now in a volley of
blistering spanks, and my left hand is rubbing you almost frantically.
Your orgasm is at its peak, and your whole body is shuddering, and you
cannot stop moaning.  I begin lightly pinching your clit, trying to
wring as much sensation out of your body as I can.  You moan louder as
a second orgasm comes pounding in on top of the first one.
 
And then the wave of the orgasm recedes, and I stop the
spanking and remove my fingers from your clit.  I rub and soothe your
reddened ass, feeling the little after-tremors run through your body.
I have held back my own need as long as I can, and I must have you.
Now.
 
I help you off my lap and make you kneel before me on all
fours, facing away from me.  I spread your legs and press my eager
cock against your pussy.  But before I begin, I give you the most
important command of the evening.
 
“Don’t move.”
 
You whimper and try to hold still as I slowly penetrate you.
I work myself in so very, very slowly, and it drives you mad that you
cannot move to hurry the process.  Every fiber of your being cries out
to you to ignore my command and grind against me, yet somehow you find
the strength to obey.
 
At last, my cock is buried in you to the hilt.  I grab your
waist and push even harder, making sure you are filled with me.  And
then, like you, I hold perfectly still.
 
“Close your eyes, my pet.”
 
I want you to completely focus on the sensation of being
filled.  I want it to become your only awareness, obliterating
everything else in your universe.  And so I remain kneeling behind
you, motionless, thrust inside you as far as I can go.  We become one
pulsing, yearning statue carved out of pure desire.
 
And then, just when you are focused on one sensation, I give
you another.  I clench the muscles at the base of my cock.  The sudden
expansion forces a moan from your lips.  I relax, but it is too late
for you.  You begin to whimper, silently pleading with me. 
 
And so I clench again.
 
And again.
 
And again.
 
You are being hurled along, carried by another wave,
approaching another orgasm.  When I sense that you are getting close,
I stop clenching.  I pause for a few moments, letting you teeter near
the edge.
 
Then I start fucking you.  Hard.
 
There is no gentleness to this.  My hands are still grasping
your waist, and with each motion I withdraw my cock almost all the way
out, then pull you back as I thrust forward, slamming me into you
again and again and again.
 
“Oh! Oh! Oh! God! Ung! Oh! Nnn!”
 
You can’t get anything over one syllable out of your mouth.
And you can’t stop vocalizing either.  But it’s not enough for me.
Not _nearly_ enough.
 
“Louder,” I command you.
 
Your volume goes up.  Your inhibition goes down.  Your cries
become sweeter to my ears.  But I’m greedy.  I want more.
 
“Louder!”
 
I want to break down every last inhibition.  I don’t even want
you to have a choice about it.  You must learn that when you come, you
must come with your vocal chords as well.  And you’re doing better.
But I think you could do better still.
 
“LOUDER!” I scream at you.  I begin slapping your ass hard
while I fuck you.  And there it is.  You lose all control.  You scream
and moan and wail like a banshee.  Oh, it’s such music to my ears.  I
stop spanking you and grab your waist again, thrusting into you
harder.
 
“Come,” I command you.  I know it’s a pointless command, as
you’re already coming like crazy.  “Say ‘yes, my Lord.'”
 
It’s all you can do to gasp out “yes, my Lord!”
 
“COME!”
 
“Yes, my Lord!”
 
And we are both screaming, and I come with you, and in you,
and we move together, and the smell of sex mixes with the incense and
the flowers and we are both lost in each other as the wave carries us
on and on…

We lie in bed.  You have fallen asleep in my arms.  My eyelids
are heavy, and I know I will be joining you soon in whatever dream
world you have drifted into.  I kiss your forehead.
 
“Goodnight, my sweet.”